From Abby: Ballet Adventures.
While I reset my body clock after a week in California, Abby is sharing her tales of Swan Lake ... or some version of Sugar-Free Sea? (Terrible joke, I know. Forgive me. I'm jet-laggish.)
I decided to take a ballet class this summer. I took ballet one year when I was five years old. I wore a pink tutu and danced to a song called "Pretty in Pink". I was also going through a series of head/skin surgeries, and remember that whole "balance not being my forte" thing? Needless to say, the American Ballet Company did not call my house. Going forward, I took dance classes on and off, jazz, tap, modern, Broadway - a smattering of not-serious but good exercise, with some time to relax hours here and there.
I love to dance. I am not very good at it. I don't care. An eight-week ballet program for beginner adults with nobody that I knew in the class was such a wonderful choice for me. And until week six diabetes stayed quiet.
That changed. I wasn't wearing dexy (took a day off) and tested my BG at our break. 114mg/dL. I was 120ish before class started, so I took a few swigs of watered-down Gatorade and went back at my sad attempts at grace. But you know how if you don't act on a blood sugar with a Medtronic pump it beeps at you like three minutes later? Yeah, that happened. The whole class looked at me, quizzically.
"Oh, that was me. I just tested my blood sugar. But I'm fine. Carry on."
"Do you need us to stop?"
"Oh no, thanks though. I'm great!"
Then there was week seven. When a 63 mg/dL cropped up at half-time. Right before the weird waltzy-spinny-jump-like-a-cat sequence across the floor. I grabbed six glucose tabs and walked back into the room.
"I'm going to just sit this one out, my blood sugar is low" I said, with a mouthful of powdery glucose tab mush.
"Ok sure! Everyone else line up." said tiny teacher, in her abnormally peppy voice.
Again - end of conversation. Nobody even acknowledged what was going on. All the girls in the class probably have best friends and cousins with diabetes, which accounts for their nonchalance. I'm sure that's the case. Couldn't be that diabetes is getting a ton of press these days, thanks to a bunch of advocates. No way.
I'd say that this is an example of solid progress. People my age found out I have diabetes and they didn't even care. That is awesome.